Page 65 of Amethyst and Iron
I grunted and scooped up some of it, then just tossed it into the suitcase in a sloppy mess of a way.
As I went back to get some more, a familiar ringtone sounded.
Yet again.
It had been two familiar ringtones over the last little while.
One for Warlow.
One for Cornelius.
They were worried about me.
They’d wanted me to go intoprotective custodyat their home like before, but Cassius had insisted on me staying with him—and the sweetheart, Ketheron. I’d already been there for my recuperation, so it made sense to remain for this longer stretch. And obviously, I wanted to be with him. And Ketheron too, because we’d really connected. I wanted to be there with Lazriel and Sylas as well, I wanted all of us to be together, but of course that couldn’t work out the way I wanted it to and—argh!
I sucked in a breath
I’d told Cornelius and Warlow via texts that I was fine, that I was handling things.
But they wanted to talk on the phone. To know for sure.
And Iwasn’tfine, so I couldn’t pick up now, could I? They didn’t deserve more worry piled onto their own.
I didn’t want to create a whole thing, a big panic.
I didn’t want people thinking I couldn’t handle my shit, that I was breaking down or some other pathetic sort of thing along those lines.
I just… I just needed a little time.
That was all.
My gaze darted to my desk where I’d found a thoughtful gift from them when I’d walked into my dorm room earlier.
A container of my favorite snack food.
Sugar cookies with crushed cranberries.
I grimaced and looked away, clenching my teeth.
I’d found a new favorite atVantiqe. Those Cinnamon Cloud Muffins.
But now that was tainted.
Because of Sorin.
Because of that fucking attack.
Everythingwas tainted.
Everything wasruined!
Ruined! Ruined! Ruined!
I screamed and thrust my palms out, my Dark Fae power exploding out of me in violent purple blasts.
The room shook under the wrath of my power.
But it didn’t break.
